Uptown Groove

Shined up shoes on a cracked-up sidewalk

Fresh pressed shirt

Yeah

I smell that starch

Corner store crown on a brown paper bottle

We turn this block to a golden arch

Sidewalk DJ with the busted speaker

Kids go wild when the beat comes in

Old heads nod like “that’s that flavor”

Whole damn street got a stupid grin (uh)

This that uptown groove (hey!)

Shake that dust right off ya shoes

If you too cool

You ’bout to lose

We don’t sit down

We make our moves

This that uptown groove (oh!)

From the bus stop to the stoop

Tap that soul that lives in you

Say oh-oh

That uptown groove

Taxi horns singin’ backup vocals

Hot dog steam in the summer air

Lady with the rollers and a silk scarf swayin’

Turns that crosswalk into a pair of stairs

Little storefront church on the corner

Door wide open

Choir runs fly

We steal a “hey!” and a “hallelujah”

Blend that spirit with our Friday night

This that uptown groove (hey!)

Shake that dust right off ya shoes

If you too cool

You ’bout to lose

We don’t sit down

We make our moves

This that uptown groove (oh!)

From the bus stop to the stoop

Tap that soul that lives in you

Say oh-oh

That uptown groove